TO KATE
“Your lips are like cherries
All sprinkled with dew;
Your eyes are like diamonds,
Sparkling and true.
“Your teeth are like pearls in
A casket of roses,
And nature has found you
The dearest of noses.”
I had Kate copy that for me, and I gave it to Biggs to let him see what he would have to beat. He looked at it and smiled. He flipped over the pages of “Munton's Magazine,” dipped his pen in the ink, and in two minutes handed me this:—